We arrived at the cabin about 3 in the afternoon. After storing our gear and "opening up" the cabin that meant making sure all the lights, refrigerator and the pump still worked plus bringing in enough firewood for the first night we headed off for "Maxine's." This was not your usual steak house. Maxine's was attached to a grocery store. The kind of place that has everything you might need for a week of hunting or fishing but little else! Just one brand of chips, milk and butter and cheese, bread and some canned goods but don't even think of asking for Grey Poupon...just the basics! Still the butcher would cut your steak to order, you cooked it yourself over a wood fired grill and you helped yourself to a baked potato, garlic bread and salad all for the price of the steak plus five bucks. Sometimes you had to wait for an hour just to get a seat. And, it was BYOB!
We got back to the cabin about 7pm and since Dad and Uncle Henry wanted to get an early start we all went to bed. No TV, no cell phones back then so it made perfect sense to turn in early. Terry and I didn't even hear our fathers the next morning. We made our own breakfasts, bacon and eggs and toast cooked on that wood fired stove. There isn't a restaurant anywhere that can make a breakfast the can compare to cooking it yourself on that pot bellied stove. One of my favorite activities to this day is getting up early, making coffee, and watching the sunrise over the lake. Terry and I didn't actually hunt; we were there for the "male bonding."
After breakfast we found some wood that had been cut but not split so we got out the ax and busied ourselves playing lumberjack. About noon Dad and Uncle Henry returned to the cabin for lunch and a nap. They had to get ready for an evening of cards. Terry and I went into town so I could get an out of state fishing license. What happened when we returned changed our lives forever.
We parked the car a few yards off the road and walked the fifty or so yards to the cabin. We weren't trying to sneak up on them in fact we weren't even trying to be quiet but when we rounded the corner of the cabin there was my father sucking my uncle's cock!
Terry and I stopped dead in our tracks and just stared. They hadn't seen us yet. Uncle Henry was sitting on the porch swing with my father between his legs sucking on his cock like it was the best Popsicle he'd ever had.
Terry broke the silence, "What the fuck are you doing?"
Dad and Uncle Henry had no place to hide. Uncle Henry was buck naked, well actually not naked but he might as well been because all he was wearing was his socks and boots and his boxers were around his ankles. Dad at least had his boxers on like you're supposed to. It was the last thing I ever expected to see my father doing and certainly not with my mother's brother.
"It's not what you think!" Uncle Henry stammered.
"It looks like uncle Larry was sucking your dick." Terry shot back.
I was speechless. I just turned and started walking back to the car.
"Get back here, Clint." My father ordered. "Nobody is going any where until we sort out this mess."
"Both of you get inside." My uncle ordered. "At least let us explain."
Terry and I went in the cabin and sat at the table. My dad went to the refrigerator and brought out four beers. He handed each of us one and said, "Take a deep breath and calm down."
Terry spat back, "calm down? You expect us to calm down when we catch you cheating on our mothers?"
"That's just one way of looking at it, Terry." My dad calmly answered. "There are two sides to every story."
I looked at him with all the disgust I could muster, "I can't wait to hear the other side of this story." It might have sounded like I was spitting out every word.
"Ok, faggots!" Terry challenged. "Let's hear your excuses."
"First of all, Terry," uncle Henry began, neither of us are faggots or queer or gay for that matter."
"It kind of looked like it to me, Dad." Terry sneered.
"Let me have a crack at this, Henry." My dad offered. "Guys, this all began about twenty years ago when we were about your age right now. We were right here at our annual deer hunting expedition. It was the first trip that your moms begged out; early in the evening and we were watching a porn tape on the old black and white TV we keep in the closet."
"I thought you said it doesn't work." Terry interrupted.
Uncle Henry explained, "we never said it doesn't work; just that there's no reception out here."
"Any way," my dad continued, "one of the tapes had a swinging scene where one of the men started sucking the other one."
"So you just decided to become cock suckers, just like that." I interrupted.
"No, Clint, that's not what happened." My father continued. "Neither one of us said a word. We just watched the videotape and went to bed. The following morning I took my sheets down to the lake to wash them. Your uncle wanted to know what happened. I told him I had a wet dream and made a mess in my bed. He laughed and said he waited till I was asleep and went outside to rub one off."
"This is getting better and better." Terry laughed. "My dad likes to jack off at night in the woods!"
"Don't be so smug, Terry, I'll bet you've jacked off at least once in the last week, maybe once a day."
Terry didn't answer and my dad continued. "We cleaned up after breakfast and went fishing. Nothing more was said about the porn video."
"I don't get it." I said incredulously, "This doesn't explain a thing."
"Well, Clint, I'm getting to that; if you two will just keep quiet for more that ten seconds." Uncle Henry scolded. "That evening your dad asked if I'd like to watch the video again. We did but this time we both pulled out our dicks to rub one off."
"Really, Dad, Really? You jack off with your brother-in-law?"
"Yes and that's all we did. The next day we went home."
"So that's your story?" I asked, confused.
"For that year, yes. It wasn't until the next deer camp that things took another turn. On the first night we watched the video and jacked off. The next day while we were fishing the subject of women and headaches came up. Neither one of us was getting much at home, once or twice a month at best. You guys were going to college and they were on some kind of 'change-of-life' kick. It wasn't pretty. We both had one too many shots of JD. One of us said that he wouldn't mind a blowjob once in a while. The other agreed. We decided it wasn't cheating if you weren't denying your wife your affections. After all it wasn't sex it was just a blow job."
"You sound just like Bill Clinton." Terry laughed.
"That might have had something to do with it." His dad agreed.
"So that's how it started, and now you give each other blow jobs?"
"That's our story and we're sticking to it. We both love our wives but they don't give us enough sex. We don't want to break up our families so we hope you two can respect that at least."
My father broke out the Gentleman Jack and poured two fingers for each of us. "Here's to women, you can't live with them."
